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May 11, 2014

Wouldn't Like It
Sunday. To bed early enough last night, up with the alarm slowly, yes, but wide awake and functional thereafter. The Times didn't arrive until after I'd left again, so no reading the Times over breakfast lopping off a good hour from what is usually a long Sunday morning's reading. Probably not for the best, but not something to bitch about before the day has started.

So, what to do today? I have no idea. Never really do.

Later. We are having a slow Sunday, I think. A nap (or two or three), a walk over to the bagel shop on Lakeshore for a yogurt fruit cup and coffee out at a table, the yogurt frozen quite solid so I couldn't mix it with the fruit and granola looking stuff that comes in a shallow container sitting on top of the plastic cup. But these are minor affairs given a seventy degree sunny day and an amiable walk.

Nothing happening by the lake. Hank was out paddling in the middle, too far away for a picture. Some gulls were fighting over what they thought might be food, but turned out to be a piece of cardboard.

A nap before I'd set out, a nap after I got back. Now that it's two in the afternoon I'm starting to feel better, the odd feeling of distance, my usual lost in a (sinus) bubble now winding down and the energy has returned to the point we're thinking about the guitar and how it needs our attention.

Does that describe the day? Well, part of the day, probably the least important part. If I knew how to identify the important part(s) I probably wouldn't be keeping a journal.

That really doesn't make any sense, you know.

I know. Babble creeps in with the least bit of inattention.

Later still. Oh, phooey. More naps bookending a walk over to the 7-11 look-alike for a roll of Necco wafers which I ate while walking to the lake sanctuary area and then back along the shore home. A set of pictures of a juvenile Black-crested Night Heron who looked as if he/she'd spent a really hard weekend.

Evening. A Death In Paradise at seven, a repeat of the one I missed on Friday night, another Wallendar at nine I believe I've seen before and so we'll get to bed at a decent hour. All this napping without sleeping. We'll try for an early bedtime, see if it helps. If not, start getting up later, say at eight? Breakfast at eight-thirty? I could do that and still spread out at my usual big table if it's not too crowded.

They'd save the table crowded or not.

I know, but I wouldn't like it.

The photo up top was taken at the San Francisco How Weird Street Faire on Sunday with a Nikon D4s mounted with an 70-200mm f/2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.